Finally discharged from hospital today. I made a serious attempt on 28th April and fortunately/unfortunately (depending on how you look at it) I was revived and her I am back in the world of the living. I feel both stupid and disappointed about my attempt. Once I was admitted back onto the psych ward, I only expected to be there a week.....and six weeks later!!! In the past when I have attempted, I did feel a little sorry for my family and friends, but not this time. When I got home there was a massive pile of mail and it took several hours to clear it all. I had 3 bills that weren't paid in time so no doubt I will have to grovel and ask not to be penalised with late fees. I am sure somebody has been driving my car, for a start there was a CD still in the player yet I always take them out and put them away when leaving my car, also the seat was moved and my pack of polo's had gone. I am sure I am not mistaken. On a positive note, I have lost about 20lbs in weight, I have been on full pay from work and a old lottery ticket won me £72 with 4 numbers. Am I happy to be out? only time will tell. I won't however be taking non-prescribed medication for a while.